Cruising

by Joey Wańczyk 

When ticks become hungry for blood
it is called questing: they climb and climb
thick trees, tall grasses, hairy bushes,

because they don’t have wings or legs
strong enough to leap onto their prey,
so they reach out from a great height

and hope they are caught before they fall.
It might seem funny to say that ticks have prey
when they are so small. But a single bite

has the potential for massive change: there’s
the disease which causes anaphylaxis
after ingesting meat and other byproducts

of mammals. As I overhear crickets chirping
in their polyrhythmic spree, I can still see
the discarded sperm dropping from the leaves.

Joey Wańczyk

Joey Wańczyk is a poet from Indianapolis, Indiana. He currently lives in Eugene, Oregon where he is an M.F.A. candidate at the University of Oregon. His writing appears or is forthcoming in Shō Poetry Journal, & Change, and Frozen Sea, among other publications.